Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 644 The Dining Table That Runs Between Two Ends
On July 20th, the first day of summer vacation, Jun Matsue and Yosei Kurusu woke up at the same time.

The girl, who had just stepped out of the bedroom, glanced at the smartwatch on her wrist and blinked in surprise.

"Did Songzhi stay in bed late today?"

It's nine in the morning, which is still early for me, but most guys have already finished breakfast by now.

“I didn’t stay in bed too long,” Jun Matsue yawned. “I just slept a little longer.”

He deliberately turned off his alarm clock before going to bed last night so that he could sleep comfortably until he woke up naturally.

Feeling much clearer after a good night's sleep, the boy stretched and headed towards the bathroom.

After a quick wash, he returned to the living room, where Kurusu Yosei was flexing her body on the floor in front of the balcony—the girl was sometimes diligent and sometimes lazy after returning to the apartment, but she had never given up on fitness.

Perhaps that's why Jun Matsue was able to feel a little at ease for her; her meticulously maintained body was like Yosei Kurusu's burgeoning ambition, proving that she had never given up on what she desired.

The boy walked past the girl and opened the refrigerator. "Sandwiches for breakfast, is that alright?"

"It's only two or three hours until lunch, shall we eat a little less?" Koushi Yosei, who was kneeling, looked up, the edge of his gray sports vest damp with sweat, turning into a sexy dark color.

How about we split it in half?

Jun Matsueda stared at the open refrigerator for a moment, then said, "Good idea."

Ten minutes later, the boy brought the sandwich, which looked smaller than it had been cut in half, to the table. The sound of the shower in the hallway stopped, and the girl, who had changed into a loose short-sleeved shirt, walked into the living room while drying her wet hair, and casually draped a towel over the chair she had pulled out.

She held up an empty glass, and Jun Matsue knowingly poured milk into it.

With a hearty bite of her sandwich, Yosei Kurusu's cheeks puffed out adorably as she looked at the boy in front of her.

"So Songzhi is officially on vacation now?"

Jun Matsue nodded. "A month-long summer vacation, study hard and work hard."

"You always stay in the apartment?" The girl blinked. "Didn't you used to go back to the orphanage every time you had a long vacation?"

The boy chewed a little slower; he took a sip of milk.

"I'll go back in a couple of days."

To be honest, the boy is now somewhat reluctant to go back to the orphanage, just like a child who has made a mistake is afraid to go home and see his parents.

"Remember to call me when you go back, okay?" Yosei Kurusu shook the milk in her glass. "I also want to visit Grandma Director."

The boy nodded, looking at the sandwich's layers. The bursting egg yolk and sauce were squeezed and mixed together, making it look rather unappetizing.

Wangyue will definitely have to go back to the orphanage too; we can't let them start arguing again.

He looked at the girl sitting opposite him. Kurusu took out her phone and was watching videos while eating a sandwich, looking quite engrossed.

She wasn't home yesterday afternoon either; she only returned to her apartment after dinner.

"Have you taken care of things at your company?"

"Hmm?" Kurusu Yosei looked up. "More or less."

"I just went to pick up some things I had left at the company, then chatted with my manager and heard the president talk about the situation at SG."

The boy glanced at the phone on the table; it showed a man's disheveled face during a surprise interview with a reporter.

"Has Masahiko Sakurai been kicked out of the entertainment industry?"

"Hmm~" The girl nodded her chin, like a proud swan, "But the lawsuit still needs to be fought, these are two separate matters!"

“Legal punishment, you know.” Jun Matsueda nodded. “And what about your own situation?”

"...I was pinned down by SG." Yosei Kurusu pouted. "The president told me not to think about anything, to rest well, and to talk about it later."

"So you're on summer vacation now?" the boy asked, deliberately choosing a lighthearted tone.

"Hmm." The girl stuffed the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. "Never mind! I'm going to finish watching all the shows I've been saving up!"

Jun Matsue finished his milk, picked up the two plates and glasses, and took them into the kitchen. "I'll keep you company for a while."

"Oh?" Kurusu Yosei looked up in surprise. "Matsueda isn't studying anymore?"

The boy returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa before her, turned on the air conditioner, and then turned on the TV.

"On the first day of the holiday, I should rest a bit and study less."

"Yay!" The girl skipped over and landed lightly on the sofa, causing Jun Matsueda's body to sway.

She snatched the remote control from the boy's hand, and the images on the TV screen changed back and forth, finally showing a young woman with a bob haircut, holding a pistol, with a cheerful expression.

"How about this? 'The Happy Killer Life of Happy Kanako,' a drama that just came out recently, it looks really interesting!"

“I don’t care.” Jun Matsueda looked at the girl’s interested profile. “As long as you’re interested.”

Yosuke Kurusu pressed play, "This one will do!"

Kanako, who was bullied at work, unexpectedly participated in a job interview for a professional assassin and began a happy assassin life with a starting salary of 600,000 yen, social security, and a 10 am to 7 pm schedule with weekends off.

"What kind of plot is this?" The boy couldn't help but complain as he watched.

"It's that kind of drama, isn't it?" The girl looked satisfied. "Don't you think it's interesting, Matsueda?"

"...It was indeed quite interesting."

Watching the protagonist, who was initially hesitant about the job of an assassin, discover that his target was his former boss and shoot him in the head without hesitation, Jun Matsueda had to admit that although the drama was quite mindless, it was surprisingly enjoyable to watch.

The plot requires no thought, making it perfect for giving your brain a break.

"How could my judgment be wrong!" Kurusu Yosei leaned over and bumped the boy's shoulder. "Watching this kind of show is perfect when you're unhappy."

The warm, soft skin slid against his arm, and Jun Matsue glanced at the girl.

"I'm not unhappy."

"To put it another way, 'de-stressing' or 'relaxation' are essentially the same thing~"

The girl patted his arm casually again, and the boy quietly moved aside.

"What?" Kurusu Yosei blinked. "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

"Wang Yueyao isn't here, what's Songzhi worried about?"

Jun Matsue didn't answer, but just continued watching TV as if nothing had happened. On the screen, a woman was stabbing a syringe into the neck of a rapist, and the man fell at the station entrance, rolling several times down the steps.

The girl next to him snorted loudly, half-reclined on the sofa, and stretched out her bare little foot to press hard on his thigh. The boy did not dodge.

"I haven't seen Mochizuki for the past two days. Is she not planning to come?"

The boy nodded.

Yosei Kurusu looked at the wall behind the television; on the other side was the living room of apartment 506.

"What is this? Are we irreconcilable enemies?"

She turned her head, pinched the boy's thigh skin with her toes through his shorts, and squeezed it in a fit of pique.

"The days of me climbing into your bed like before are over!"

Jun Matsue could only pretend not to feel the pain and let the girl do whatever she wanted to his legs.

In the two episodes totaling forty minutes, Kanako, who had become a professional assassin, successfully took care of five targets. As the cheerful, tense, and enjoyable ending theme played, the boy on the sofa glanced at his phone; Mochizuki Haruka was almost awake.

Jun Matsueda stood up, and Yosei Kurusu pressed the pause button, watching him open the refrigerator and take out the ingredients.

"Are you going to find Mochizuki?"

The boy paused for a moment, then spoke without turning around.

"Yeah, I'll cook lunch at Wangyue's place." "You'll cook lunch at her place and then come back to eat with me in the evening?" The girl pouted. "Having to run back and forth for meals, isn't that troublesome?"

Jun Matsue turned around, holding a plastic bag containing groceries. "Kurasu, would you like to eat more or less for lunch?"

He seemed not to have heard the girl's words at all.

"Of course, more!" Kurusu Yosei glared at him. "My appetite is much better than Mochizuki's. Don't leave me hungry!"

"I know, I know." The boy carrying the bag walked towards the entrance. "I'll bring you the food when it's ready."

"I can burn it myself!" the girl said, watching his retreating figure.

Jun Matsue opened the heavy security door, and the thick, hot air from outside licked the back of his hand.

"Then the problem will be with two people."

After putting the ingredients into the kitchen of room 506, the boy drew the curtains on the balcony and pushed open the closed bedroom door next to it.

As soon as I stepped into the room, which was filled with a faint fragrance, the shadow on the large bed shifted slightly.

“…Pine branch?” the girl mumbled indistinctly.

"It's time to get up." Jun Matsue sat on the edge of the bed, gently combing her loose hair with his fingers; it felt wonderful.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face, get ready to eat."

"Mmm..." Mochizuki Haruka made a lazy sound. She opened her eyes and looked at the boy sitting next to her.

"what time is it?"

10:23.

"I slept so well~" The girl stretched her fair, bare arm out from under the covers and yawned.

After she sat up and put on her camisole as if no one else was around, Jun Matsue drew back the bedroom curtains, and the girl squinted her eyes in displeasure.

Mochizuki Haruka originally wanted to spend some quality time with the boy.

"Hurry up and wash up." Jun Matsueda pinched the tip of her nose. "Aren't you hungry?"

The girl puffed out her cheeks, tilted her head back, and bit his index finger.

I am indeed hungry.

Half an hour later, Mochizuki Haruka sat at the long dining table. Her face was still damp, and her skin looked exceptionally delicate. The girl's two small feet swung back and forth under the table as she looked at the boy who was busy in the kitchen with his back to her.

Mochizuki Haruka is in a very good mood right now.

This dining table was bought based on the furnishings of the neighbor's house. It's wide and long, but it's rarely used.

Because the girl's activities mainly revolve around the sofa, bedroom, and the apartment next door, she only cooks a late-night snack and eats it here when she gets hungry while staying up late.

And every time she sits alone at this dining table, she feels especially lonely.

But things are different now. Mochizuki Haruka watched as a boy with an apron tied around his waist walked towards her carrying bowls and plates.

She is not sitting here alone anymore.

"Lunch was curry fish balls with udon and pickled eggplant."

Jun Matsue placed the fragrant udon noodles on the table and turned to take a pot of tea from the refrigerator.

"If you find the flavor too strong, we have lemon tea here."

The girl had brewed the lemon tea herself last night. She nodded happily and patted the seat next to her.

The long table was still empty, but as soon as two people sat together, it was immediately filled with a sweet atmosphere.

However, the boy did not sit down immediately. Instead, he took off his apron and brought out two bowls and plates from the kitchen.

"I'll send over the portion from Kurusu first."

The smile on Mochizuki Haruka's lips turned into a straight line. She frowned slightly as she watched the boy walk towards the door.

Jun Matsue stood in front of the door of 507, bent down and pressed down the doorknob with his elbow, and carried the idol's lunch into the room.

The aroma of curry wafting over made Yosuke Kurusu, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly turn around. She stood up and walked towards the boy at the dining table.

The fish balls coated in curry on the udon noodles are an enticing golden color, and the soft eggplant strips gleam as they soak in a sauce sprinkled with perilla leaves and white sesame seeds.
"It smells so good~" The girl licked her lips. "How did Matsueda know I wanted to eat udon noodles!"

“Didn’t you buy the udon…” Jun Matsueda glanced at her. “There’s also milk in the fridge. Remember to drink it if you think it’s too salty.”

"Mmm!" Kurusu Yosei sat down next to him and eagerly picked up some noodles and fish balls.

She tilted her head back, a little sauce on the corner of her mouth, and exclaimed, "Delicious! The fish balls are so bouncy!"

"I'm glad you like it." The boy took two steps back. "Is this enough for you?"

The girl's eyes darted around. "If Songzhi eats with me, the portion will be enough~"

"..." Jun Matsue turned and walked towards the door again, "I'll have dinner with you."

When he returned to the living room next door, Mochizuki Haruka was resting her hands on her cheeks, leaning on the dining table and looking at him.

"Didn't Lai Qiyang go out today?"

The man sat down next to her. "She's temporarily finished dealing with things at her company."

The girl then picked up her chopsticks. "So she's going to stay in the apartment for a long time?"

Jun Matsue picked up the softened eggplant strips and placed them on her plate, answering the question with a default answer.

"This is my first time making authentic pickled eggplant. I'll try it and see if it tastes good."

Mochizuki Haruka put the eggplant in her mouth, chewed it twice, and nodded vigorously.

"good to eat!"

The boy smiled and started eating his udon noodles.

How did Songzhi spend his morning?

"I slept in a little longer today, ate a small breakfast, watched two episodes of a TV series, and then prepared lunch."

His voice sounded somewhat muffled because he was chewing something.

"Together with Kurusu?"

"Together with Kurusu."

Mochizuki Haruka pouted, "Didn't you always study by yourself in the mornings before?"

The boy took a tissue and wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. "Because I wanted to study with you this afternoon."

The girl's eyes narrowed happily again before she frowned.

"You have to study right after the exams?"

Jun Matsue tasted the eggplant he had made, and it did taste quite good. "It's summer homework, so the sooner I finish it, the sooner I'll be free."

Mochizuki Haruka nodded reluctantly, pressed her body against the boy's arm, and began to concentrate on enjoying her lunch.

After the two finished sharing a plate of eggplant, the girl put down her chopsticks.

She suddenly remembered something.

"Is Matsue still not planning to come back to Kamakura with me?"

(End of this chapter)